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She turns in my arms, and I’m folding her close, cupping her face. She wraps her arms around me. “I’m not telling you no to anything, Jax.”
What she’s telling me is that she trusts me, after everything York did to her, and despite all the ways our families divide us,she is still all in. And so the fuck am I. “And I will never let you regret that,” I promise, my mouth coming down on hers.
The instant our tongues touch, the heat between us is explosive. She presses into me, and I mold her closer, her fingers catching on my pants, mine finishing the job. In about thirty seconds, we’re both completely naked, on the bed, on our sides, facing each other, me dragging her leg to my hip; my cock pressed in the slick wet heat of her body. And I don’t know if there has ever been a time in my life when a woman affected me the way this one does. I feel her so fucking completely that it rocks me to the core.
And I’m pissed. Not at what I feel, but at all the people who want to take it, to take her, the way they took Hunter. I don’t care what that DNA test said. He was my fucking brother. And Emma, Emma is mine, even if she, and her brother, don’t know it yet. And I’ve never called a woman mine. “This is where you belong,” I say, catching her hair, dragging her gaze to mine. “With me in our bed.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I cup her backside and drag her closer. “Say it,” I order.
“Yes. This is where I belong.”
“In our bed.”
“In our bed,” she repeats.
My fingers flex on her backside, and she catches my arm. “Do it,” she says. “Spank me. Show me they don’t matter. Show me, Jax. I need—”
I kiss her and nip her bottom lip. “I know what you need.” And what she needs is to know that she can trust me. That falls on me to show her that she can. And I’m going to do that, by proving to her that York doesn’t get to come to bed with us. I know her past, and I won’t punish her with it by treating her like she’s a delicate flower she fears I will.
I’m going to spank her.
Chapter ninety-two
Jax
Trust.
It doesn’t come easily when you’ve been burned, hurt, even punished by someone you love. And Emma has been. By her family. By her ex.
For that reason, I could shelter her. I could make this spanking a barely-there experience for Emma, a small little moment that is here then gone, but that’s not what she needs. That’s not what we need. She needs control, and while that might not seem like it amounts to submission and a spanking, the truth is, it does for her. York drugged her. He invited others to help him gang-rape her. She’s terrified that me knowing means that I won’t be me with her. She’s terrified that she can never trust again, that he’ll always be here with us, a ghost of her past that won’t let us be free.
Which is exactly why she needs this to be about more than the spanking.
It needs to be about us. It needs to be about control.
Her control.
What she wants.
I drag her mouth to mine and kiss her, my hands sliding over her body, molding her close. “Jax,” she whispers. “I want—”
“I know what you want, Emma.” I roll her to her back and pin her hands on either side of her head. “No means no. Stop means stop. You say those words, I stop. You have the control. Okay?”
“Yes. Okay.”
“It’s okay to want to stop.”
“I know that.”
“No. You think it’s all or nothing, baby, and while that’s true about many things, including us, it’s not true when it comes to sex. A little.” I kiss her shoulder. “A lot.” My cheek presses to her cheek, my lips at her ear. “A taste.” She shivers, and I pull back. “It’s all good. It’s all right. It’s not all or nothing.”
“I want it all.”
“It doesn’t have to be now.”
“You aren’t going to do it, are you?”
